<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-780182570510548075</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:11:42.273-07:00</updated><category term='boys will be boys'/><title type='text'>debi's diary</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/780182570510548075/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01492491603476836106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-780182570510548075.post-3523404550892570578</id><published>2009-06-04T13:15:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T13:55:55.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Big Girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/Sig0bX3lexI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/1IE-I8gpqQQ/s1600-h/1st+grade+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343578602743364370" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/Sig0bX3lexI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/1IE-I8gpqQQ/s320/1st+grade+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/Sig0bAZeSsI/AAAAAAAAA4I/GexxbuiARmE/s1600-h/spring+2009+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343578596443048642" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/Sig0bAZeSsI/AAAAAAAAA4I/GexxbuiARmE/s320/spring+2009+038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;        Gracie finished 1st grade yesterday! I can't believe it! I am so proud of the kind of girl she is. She does very well in school. She received Excellent for each behavioral category on her 4th quarter report card, and her teacher made a comment that she was a "model student". Not only is she wonderful at school she is just as wonderful at home. She is always trying to help me with things. She asks me if there are any chores that need to be done. AND she is a perfect big sister. About two months ago Grant was getting in trouble because he kept coming out of their room when it was time to go to bed. After yelling at him a couple of times and putting him back in his bed I decided to sit right outside the door to listen and see if he was causing trouble. After a few minutes I heard a little voice, but it wasn't Grants. It was Gracie singing the lullaby, Baby Mine from Dumbo. I've sung this song to both my kids since they were tiny babies. She was singing him to sleep. She always feels bad for him when he gets in trouble (which is often). I almost started crying when I heard that. It was so sweet! I love you Grace! The pictures are Gracie on the first day of 1st grade and on last day of 1st grade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/780182570510548075-3523404550892570578?l=debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3523404550892570578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=780182570510548075&amp;postID=3523404550892570578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/780182570510548075/posts/default/3523404550892570578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/780182570510548075/posts/default/3523404550892570578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-big-girl.html' title='My Big Girl!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01492491603476836106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/Sig0bX3lexI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/1IE-I8gpqQQ/s72-c/1st+grade+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-780182570510548075.post-6042941571283140196</id><published>2009-04-13T22:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:24:03.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SeQdzvGV5vI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/hmLfpUPeB9o/s1600-h/easter+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324413434112370418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SeQdzvGV5vI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/hmLfpUPeB9o/s400/easter+collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Easter, and it's not just because of all the chocolate. Although, the chocolate is good. I love the pageant, the weather, and the fancy dresses. But most of all I love being able to teach my kids how special and important the Savior is in their lives. I'm sure they think I'm crazy because I cry almost every family night. I keep trying to tell them its the spirit, but I think Grant thinks there's a ghost in the room or something. Anyway, this Easter was a lot of fun! My sister, Laura and her three kids have been here visiting from Texas and we've had so much fun with them. Of course we had our normal Grant moments like when he was covered in blue icing form the cupcakes, but overall it was really fun. Hope you all had a good one too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/780182570510548075-6042941571283140196?l=debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6042941571283140196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=780182570510548075&amp;postID=6042941571283140196' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/780182570510548075/posts/default/6042941571283140196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/780182570510548075/posts/default/6042941571283140196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01492491603476836106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SeQdzvGV5vI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/hmLfpUPeB9o/s72-c/easter+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-780182570510548075.post-8041958751595982161</id><published>2009-03-20T18:19:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T18:50:14.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Steve and I....together at last!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/ScRFlYI-7JI/AAAAAAAAAx0/uc22gI2POgE/s1600-h/nash_gallery_clouds%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315449968641633426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/ScRFlYI-7JI/AAAAAAAAAx0/uc22gI2POgE/s200/nash_gallery_clouds%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The other night my mom and I were able to get some really great tickets to the suns game. For those of you who really know me you know I love the suns and particularly Steve Nash! I even thought about naming Grant, Nash. Not only is he a great ball player he seems like a really humble, nice guy. Not like most basket ball players. It was so fun to see the game up close and see my Stevie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/ScRFlY8yH6I/AAAAAAAAAxs/hv9Rx7MjwDo/s1600-h/suns+game+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/ScRGvPWLNHI/AAAAAAAAAyE/xKwJGYeySOA/s1600-h/suns+game+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315451237591364722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/ScRGvPWLNHI/AAAAAAAAAyE/xKwJGYeySOA/s200/suns+game+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/ScRFlY8yH6I/AAAAAAAAAxs/hv9Rx7MjwDo/s1600-h/suns+game+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/ScRFlY8yH6I/AAAAAAAAAxs/hv9Rx7MjwDo/s1600-h/suns+game+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/ScRFlY8yH6I/AAAAAAAAAxs/hv9Rx7MjwDo/s1600-h/suns+game+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315449968858898338" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 346px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/Sb68jIiO-jI/AAAAAAAAAw0/uy3YB52uIzY/s400/friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A few of my close friends from high school came over for a lunch get together over spring break.  We used to call ourselves the Chanlder Chicks.  We had so much fun chasing boys and getting into trouble back in the day.   It was so fun to see all our kids playing together. And each one of us was just the same as back in the good old days.  I have been so lucky to have good friends all my life.  I hope we always stay in touch! You guys are the best! love ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/780182570510548075-7802563227608463350?l=debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7802563227608463350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=780182570510548075&amp;postID=7802563227608463350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/780182570510548075/posts/default/7802563227608463350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/780182570510548075/posts/default/7802563227608463350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/chandler-chicks.html' title='The Chandler Chicks'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01492491603476836106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/Sb68jIiO-jI/AAAAAAAAAw0/uy3YB52uIzY/s72-c/friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-780182570510548075.post-3863679086387418407</id><published>2009-02-25T20:47:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T21:09:34.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SaYSZELWwdI/AAAAAAAAAws/frKL7J4ri18/s1600-h/spit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306949432730108370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SaYSZELWwdI/AAAAAAAAAws/frKL7J4ri18/s320/spit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SaYSZEmjefI/AAAAAAAAAwk/R0azwSEcKC8/s1600-h/grant+bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306949432844188146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SaYSZEmjefI/AAAAAAAAAwk/R0azwSEcKC8/s320/grant+bday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grant recently turned three, and we had a family party at my parents house. Grant was so excited for his birthday cake. So excited that when it came time to blow the candles &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;out he spit all over the cake.  I had to scrape the top layer of frosting off.  Grant is a joy to have around.  He can be a lot of work but I wouldn't trade him for the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; Ten&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Things&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;About &lt;/span&gt;Grant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;1.I love that he sleeps with a blanket and sucks his index finger! So, cute! I had a blanket too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;2.He looks like me! After Gracie came out as Kents clone I was excited to have a child who looked like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;3.I love when he says "huggy!" and climbs on my lap to be held and cuddled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;4.I love how tough he is.  Having a boy can be hard but one good thing is their tough as nails!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;5.I love his curly hair!  Still trying to figure out where it came from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;6.I love that he loves his big sister.  He CAN'T wait for her to come home and play with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;7.I love that he hums while he eats.  To anyone else it would be weird and annoying but I'm really used to it and love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;8.I love that he is not shy.  He's never afraid to go to a new class or meet new friends. I was a VERY shy child, and I'm glad he doesn't have to endure that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;9.I love how Grant folds his arms in sacrament meeting and whispers "rev-rit".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;10.I love that he LOVES fruits and vegetables. Who Knew!-I love Chocolate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/780182570510548075-3863679086387418407?l=debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3863679086387418407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=780182570510548075&amp;postID=3863679086387418407' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/780182570510548075/posts/default/3863679086387418407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/780182570510548075/posts/default/3863679086387418407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com/2009/02/birthday-boy.html' title='Birthday Boy!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01492491603476836106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SaYSZELWwdI/AAAAAAAAAws/frKL7J4ri18/s72-c/spit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-780182570510548075.post-1937334006622429064</id><published>2009-02-22T18:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T18:40:18.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SaH-FqDKhnI/AAAAAAAAAvM/Jd7Hy9M7cOs/s1600-h/P1010614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305801209159517810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SaH-FqDKhnI/AAAAAAAAAvM/Jd7Hy9M7cOs/s320/P1010614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SaH-FycNnPI/AAAAAAAAAvU/v5hDrw3ei6w/s1600-h/P1010613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305801211412061426" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SaH-FycNnPI/AAAAAAAAAvU/v5hDrw3ei6w/s320/P1010613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of weeks ago I had my 30th birthday. I can honestly say this was my best birthday ever! My sweet friends took me out and treated me to a pedi, dinner at my favorite place, "The Olive Garden" and a movie, "He's Just Not That Into You". They gave me the cutest necklace with both my kids names on it. Im so lucky to have such great friends! I also share my birthday with a good friend of mine, Brittany. Thanks ladies for a great night out! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few days later on the actual date of my birthday my mom and dad took me out to eat at another one of my favorite places, Floridinos. Yum! Thanks Everyone for making it a wonderful &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30th birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                           &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SaH-GRT9edI/AAAAAAAAAvc/8SyaHepcd70/s1600-h/P1010602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305801219698948562" style="WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SaH-GRT9edI/AAAAAAAAAvc/8SyaHepcd70/s320/P1010602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/780182570510548075-1937334006622429064?l=debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1937334006622429064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=780182570510548075&amp;postID=1937334006622429064' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/780182570510548075/posts/default/1937334006622429064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/780182570510548075/posts/default/1937334006622429064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01492491603476836106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SaH-FqDKhnI/AAAAAAAAAvM/Jd7Hy9M7cOs/s72-c/P1010614.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-780182570510548075.post-4349421489881580425</id><published>2008-11-28T09:01:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T09:41:35.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/STAdxOU3VFI/AAAAAAAAAro/FXP8Wh5bTR8/s1600-h/P1000699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273747895147254866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/STAdxOU3VFI/AAAAAAAAAro/FXP8Wh5bTR8/s200/P1000699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, this thanksgiving while we were at our second stop of the day, the Ramsey Thanksgiving, I went out to my car to get something I had forgotten. As I was rummaging through the car I heard a faint, "Mommy! Mommy!" I looked around but didn't see anything. I heard it again, and I knew it was Grant but I couldn't see him anywhere, and I didn't even know he was outside so I was a little worried! The home I grew up in is south Gilbert and on 5 acers so it can be hard to find a missing child right away. After looking around a little bit more I finally spotted Grant way over on the other side of the yard. As I walked closer to him I heard him say, "Stuck". Remember, here in Arizona it had rained on Thanksgiving so there was a lot of mud around the yard. I knew then that he had gotten himself stuck in the mud. I ran over to him but of course before helping him I called the whole family out to see and take pictures. My mom just kept saying, "Classic Grant!" My brother had to pull him out of the mud but his shoes stayed behind. Knowing &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/STAb6SE5qiI/AAAAAAAAArI/yfYVlqT1zEQ/s1600-h/P1000680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273745851749607970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/STAb6SE5qiI/AAAAAAAAArI/yfYVlqT1zEQ/s200/P1000680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;something like this was bound to happened with mud everywhere Kent and I brought an extra change of clothes for him. Thanks Grant for all the laughs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/STAb6t3uWwI/AAAAAAAAArQ/a5my0XKj3HA/s1600-h/P1000682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273745859210533634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/STAb6t3uWwI/AAAAAAAAArQ/a5my0XKj3HA/s200/P1000682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Other fun events of the day were Kent learning how to drive the antique tractor my dad rebuilt, and eating a disgusting amount of whip cream on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his pumpkin pie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/STAb68x_-FI/AAAAAAAAArY/xY5T6F6f43I/s1600-h/P1000690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273745863213054034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/STAb68x_-FI/AAAAAAAAArY/xY5T6F6f43I/s200/P1000690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/STAe4fhGXlI/AAAAAAAAAr4/UCha6vCYk7c/s1600-h/P1000684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273749119532686930" style="WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/STAe4fhGXlI/AAAAAAAAAr4/UCha6vCYk7c/s200/P1000684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/780182570510548075-4349421489881580425?l=debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4349421489881580425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=780182570510548075&amp;postID=4349421489881580425' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/780182570510548075/posts/default/4349421489881580425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/780182570510548075/posts/default/4349421489881580425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01492491603476836106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/STAdxOU3VFI/AAAAAAAAAro/FXP8Wh5bTR8/s72-c/P1000699.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-780182570510548075.post-5044218969104336767</id><published>2008-11-01T10:38:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T11:12:57.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Hallows Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SQyagmQJ3lI/AAAAAAAAAeU/tDfeVPr253c/s1600-h/P1000599.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SQyagy-fqEI/AAAAAAAAAec/MK-gU2NusOA/s1600-h/P1000572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263751952719652930" style="WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SQyagy-fqEI/AAAAAAAAAec/MK-gU2NusOA/s200/P1000572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SQyaf9nwwMI/AAAAAAAAAeM/OyU0tiPgWo4/s1600-h/miley.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263751938397225154" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SQyaf9nwwMI/AAAAAAAAAeM/OyU0tiPgWo4/s200/miley.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SQyafbySdGI/AAAAAAAAAd8/zw5zTGrmCIY/s1600-h/diego.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263751929314571362" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SQyafbySdGI/AAAAAAAAAd8/zw5zTGrmCIY/s200/diego.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SQyaftbFmUI/AAAAAAAAAeE/YoOnmwvV-84/s1600-h/dora+and+diego.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263751934049098050" style="WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SQyaftbFmUI/AAAAAAAAAeE/YoOnmwvV-84/s200/dora+and+diego.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a fun Halloween this year. We waited until the last minute to carve our pumpkin the night before! Kent gets out his jig saw and carves it in the backyard. Gracie was Hannah Montana, Grant was Diego, and I was Dora. Kent put some pink hair color in his hair and said he was Pink. The night of Halloween our friend Mary was so sweet to let a bunch of us friends invade her home. We ate chili before heading out to trick or treat. After trick or treating the kids watched a Halloween movie and we all ate pie and cookies. It was a fun time. Thank you Mary and Richard!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/780182570510548075-5044218969104336767?l=debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5044218969104336767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=780182570510548075&amp;postID=5044218969104336767' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/780182570510548075/posts/default/5044218969104336767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/780182570510548075/posts/default/5044218969104336767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-hallows-eve.html' title='All Hallows Eve'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01492491603476836106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SQyagy-fqEI/AAAAAAAAAec/MK-gU2NusOA/s72-c/P1000572.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-780182570510548075.post-5511764051674948763</id><published>2008-10-29T10:38:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T10:59:18.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SQiji-vwbYI/AAAAAAAAAds/7W8Pv9A-Spc/s1600-h/d0f1225b9da04c528579e010._AA240_.L%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262635985936608642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SQiji-vwbYI/AAAAAAAAAds/7W8Pv9A-Spc/s400/d0f1225b9da04c528579e010._AA240_.L%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If any of you have ever read the children's book, "NO, David,No!" by David Shanon, one my favorite children's authors, you will understand how I'm feeling about Grant these days. When I found out I was having a boy I was scared and now I know why! In the last week alone he has;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Killed Gracie's fish by squeezing it between his fingers, and then put it back in the tank for Gracie to find all bloody with eyes popped out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tried to kill the next set of fish we got to replace the first one by pouring all the fish food we have in the tank. We'll still waiting to see if they make it through that!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Took a marker and drew all over the upstairs hallway and doors, which I had to paint over because it would come off. I've been painting everyday during nap time for a week!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;And through my cell phone in the sink, and I only discovered it at the bottom of a pile of dishes with the water on. So, I guess I need a new cell phone. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK and this was just this week! I could name many more like when he pored the milk out on the carpet, or took all the keys off my computer key board(ever since I have to press extra hard on about half the keys), drank his sister pee out of the toilet before she had a chance to flush(this was also this week). Not to mention he has some weird problem where his arms pop put of socket all the time and I have to take to the urgent care (they know my first name down there). So, as you can see I have my hands full. I know what some of you are thinking, quit complaining, and that is the point of this blog. I do need to quit complaining. At the end of the "No David No!" book after the mother has yelled at David for a number of things she says, "Davey, I love you!" So, Grant I LOVE YOU! I hope you forgive me someday for all the yelling and the reversed lock on your door. Love, mom&lt;/p&gt;This post is dedicated to the memory of Milie the fish. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SQikBqd1OQI/AAAAAAAAAd0/Ce8Gf6RUjU0/s1600-h/122_2213_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262636513068660994" style="WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SQikBqd1OQI/AAAAAAAAAd0/Ce8Gf6RUjU0/s200/122_2213_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/780182570510548075-5511764051674948763?l=debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5511764051674948763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=780182570510548075&amp;postID=5511764051674948763' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/780182570510548075/posts/default/5511764051674948763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/780182570510548075/posts/default/5511764051674948763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-any-of-you-have-ever-read-childrens.html' title=''/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01492491603476836106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SQiji-vwbYI/AAAAAAAAAds/7W8Pv9A-Spc/s72-c/d0f1225b9da04c528579e010._AA240_.L%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-780182570510548075.post-26138776046751256</id><published>2008-10-14T14:26:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T20:29:54.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SPUP6_Lx36I/AAAAAAAAAc8/XgPr3AZlfSQ/s1600-h/mothers+nature.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257125646092591010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SPUP6_Lx36I/AAAAAAAAAc8/XgPr3AZlfSQ/s320/mothers+nature.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SPUP7CCBZ5I/AAAAAAAAAdE/V6TfxaHeArE/s1600-h/P1000492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257125646856972178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SPUP7CCBZ5I/AAAAAAAAAdE/V6TfxaHeArE/s320/P1000492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SPUP7VM72vI/AAAAAAAAAdM/YouyvjbyakM/s1600-h/pumpkins.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257125652003019506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SPUP7VM72vI/AAAAAAAAAdM/YouyvjbyakM/s320/pumpkins.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took the kids with a big group of friends to the Mother's Nature Pumpkin Patch. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; fun! They have a hay ride, a maze, bouncy thing, and the kids get to pick out and decorate a pumpkin. Gracie is on fall break so she got to come too. I love having her around. She has such a mother's way about her. She helps me with Grant so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/780182570510548075-26138776046751256?l=debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/26138776046751256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=780182570510548075&amp;postID=26138776046751256' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/780182570510548075/posts/default/26138776046751256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/780182570510548075/posts/default/26138776046751256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkin-patch.html' title='Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01492491603476836106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SPUP6_Lx36I/AAAAAAAAAc8/XgPr3AZlfSQ/s72-c/mothers+nature.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-780182570510548075.post-7273373914095600850</id><published>2008-10-04T21:38:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:51:57.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Trip to the Circus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SOhHh4qvMQI/AAAAAAAAAcU/7R8_BN7KCLM/s1600-h/P1000460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253527612800577794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SOhHh4qvMQI/AAAAAAAAAcU/7R8_BN7KCLM/s320/P1000460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SOhHic9qNwI/AAAAAAAAAcc/lgd_bzpoS30/s1600-h/P1000390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253527622543619842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SOhHic9qNwI/AAAAAAAAAcc/lgd_bzpoS30/s320/P1000390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SOhHitfLduI/AAAAAAAAAck/KnDNm0s1YK4/s1600-h/P1000415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253527626979178210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SOhHitfLduI/AAAAAAAAAck/KnDNm0s1YK4/s320/P1000415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kent and I took the kids to the circus this the other day. It wasnt Barnum and Baileys by any meens but it was fun. Gracie and I even got to ride on an elephant. Here are a few pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/780182570510548075-7273373914095600850?l=debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7273373914095600850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=780182570510548075&amp;postID=7273373914095600850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/780182570510548075/posts/default/7273373914095600850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/780182570510548075/posts/default/7273373914095600850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-trip-to-circus.html' title='Our Trip to the Circus'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01492491603476836106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SOhHh4qvMQI/AAAAAAAAAcU/7R8_BN7KCLM/s72-c/P1000460.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-780182570510548075.post-7418588840207887160</id><published>2008-08-10T18:40:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T18:46:53.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SJ-ZU4HoNUI/AAAAAAAAAWk/F4eqHLEkWYQ/s1600-h/P1000222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233069875968619842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SJ-ZU4HoNUI/AAAAAAAAAWk/F4eqHLEkWYQ/s200/P1000222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SJ-ZVOGuMWI/AAAAAAAAAWs/tU_6HurnOog/s1600-h/P1000227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233069881870397794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SJ-ZVOGuMWI/AAAAAAAAAWs/tU_6HurnOog/s200/P1000227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SJ-ZVgnszQI/AAAAAAAAAW0/DXjZEdw911w/s1600-h/P1000305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233069886840556802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SJ-ZVgnszQI/AAAAAAAAAW0/DXjZEdw911w/s200/P1000305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SJ-ZV-MsN9I/AAAAAAAAAW8/Ipvyon-LBLs/s1600-h/P1000249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233069894780336082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SJ-ZV-MsN9I/AAAAAAAAAW8/Ipvyon-LBLs/s200/P1000249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SJ-ZWSbwOmI/AAAAAAAAAXE/tEtTb9KsKoE/s1600-h/P1000216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233069900212222562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SJ-ZWSbwOmI/AAAAAAAAAXE/tEtTb9KsKoE/s200/P1000216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We recently went to San Diego with some of our good friends, stayed in a beach house, and went to Sea World. The kids has so much fun!  Thank heavens for modern technology! The DVD player saved me during the 6 hours there and back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/780182570510548075-7418588840207887160?l=debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7418588840207887160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=780182570510548075&amp;postID=7418588840207887160' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/780182570510548075/posts/default/7418588840207887160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/780182570510548075/posts/default/7418588840207887160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com/2008/08/beach-trip.html' title='Beach Trip'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01492491603476836106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SJ-ZU4HoNUI/AAAAAAAAAWk/F4eqHLEkWYQ/s72-c/P1000222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-780182570510548075.post-540645096412622090</id><published>2008-08-10T18:31:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T18:40:09.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SJ-YYiA6-jI/AAAAAAAAAWc/zegF9CU79nk/s1600-h/P1000332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233068839242758706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SJ-YYiA6-jI/AAAAAAAAAWc/zegF9CU79nk/s200/P1000332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SJ-XMNK79ZI/AAAAAAAAAWM/fWNsOki5VWY/s1600-h/P1000324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233067527977563538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SJ-XMNK79ZI/AAAAAAAAAWM/fWNsOki5VWY/s200/P1000324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SJ-XM68e1uI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xK5VnKADVEA/s1600-h/P1000341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233067540264965858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SJ-XM68e1uI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xK5VnKADVEA/s200/P1000341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Gracies 6th birthday she really wanted to have a water party. So, we borrowed Grandma and Grandpa's huge blow up slide and set up a slip-n-slide and the kids had a blast. It was a lot of fun! She invited more kids this year than in years before. So in our little house things got a little loud, but all that matters is that at the end of the day Gracie said, "This was the best day ever! My perfect day!" It made sweating it out for an hour worth it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/780182570510548075-540645096412622090?l=debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/540645096412622090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=780182570510548075&amp;postID=540645096412622090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/780182570510548075/posts/default/540645096412622090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/780182570510548075/posts/default/540645096412622090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com/2008/08/turning-6.html' title='Turning 6'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01492491603476836106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SJ-YYiA6-jI/AAAAAAAAAWc/zegF9CU79nk/s72-c/P1000332.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-780182570510548075.post-1828984881473735886</id><published>2008-08-10T18:26:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T18:31:43.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st grade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SJ-VoRzcvJI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IVAQuj-WBwk/s1600-h/P1000321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233065811234307218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SJ-VoRzcvJI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IVAQuj-WBwk/s200/P1000321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SJ-VoxY5DvI/AAAAAAAAAWE/WkD2KUh4ehM/s1600-h/P1000317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233065819712851698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SJ-VoxY5DvI/AAAAAAAAAWE/WkD2KUh4ehM/s200/P1000317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gracie started the first grade last Wed.  This time I didnt cry, but I do miss her.  She's  growing up.  It's fun, but sad.  She likes her class and new school.  It's funny the difference a year makes.  Last year I picked out her clothes and did her hair how I wanted to.  This year she picked out her clothes and was very specific about her hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/780182570510548075-1828984881473735886?l=debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1828984881473735886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=780182570510548075&amp;postID=1828984881473735886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/780182570510548075/posts/default/1828984881473735886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/780182570510548075/posts/default/1828984881473735886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com/2008/08/1st-grade.html' title='1st grade'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01492491603476836106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SJ-VoRzcvJI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IVAQuj-WBwk/s72-c/P1000321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-780182570510548075.post-6273221015625267579</id><published>2008-07-01T17:03:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T17:16:24.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandmas House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SGrIz4p3NLI/AAAAAAAAATY/-QQTKYIbf9M/s1600-h/EasySitePicture_1294372%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218203911968994482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SGrIz4p3NLI/AAAAAAAAATY/-QQTKYIbf9M/s200/EasySitePicture_1294372%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SGrIPqirV-I/AAAAAAAAATI/SI-8XuVIyPs/s1600-h/country+swim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218203289705469922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SGrIPqirV-I/AAAAAAAAATI/SI-8XuVIyPs/s200/country+swim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week while my friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kalene&lt;/span&gt; did my hair my mom watched my kids, and they got in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kiddy&lt;/span&gt; pool with Grandma. I am so lucky to have her nearby to help me out, and she does a lot! They both love going to Grandma's house. Grant is so funny! He calls both my mom &lt;strong&gt;and dad&lt;/strong&gt; "Grandma". My dad, the other Grandma, recently built a huge fort for all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;grandkids&lt;/span&gt; to play on. They have a blast over there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/780182570510548075-6273221015625267579?l=debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6273221015625267579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=780182570510548075&amp;postID=6273221015625267579' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/780182570510548075/posts/default/6273221015625267579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/780182570510548075/posts/default/6273221015625267579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com/2008/07/grandmas-house.html' title='Grandmas House'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01492491603476836106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SGrIz4p3NLI/AAAAAAAAATY/-QQTKYIbf9M/s72-c/EasySitePicture_1294372%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-780182570510548075.post-987847910200140050</id><published>2008-06-17T08:14:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T08:32:08.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SFfYd2vGp1I/AAAAAAAAASg/PQ9Wx1wqf9g/s1600-h/P1000133(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212873101125527378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SFfYd2vGp1I/AAAAAAAAASg/PQ9Wx1wqf9g/s200/P1000133(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SFfYeWaj9_I/AAAAAAAAASo/AuKbD2VsYQg/s1600-h/P1000134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212873109629302770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SFfYeWaj9_I/AAAAAAAAASo/AuKbD2VsYQg/s200/P1000134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SFfYe0REznI/AAAAAAAAASw/VOTEKDbZlCY/s1600-h/P1000135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212873117642575474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SFfYe0REznI/AAAAAAAAASw/VOTEKDbZlCY/s200/P1000135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SFfYfRcJ2fI/AAAAAAAAAS4/CmFpRohBQCA/s1600-h/P1000136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212873125473671666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SFfYfRcJ2fI/AAAAAAAAAS4/CmFpRohBQCA/s200/P1000136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SFfYf21SnSI/AAAAAAAAATA/DX0iilHAIMg/s1600-h/P1000137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212873135511215394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SFfYf21SnSI/AAAAAAAAATA/DX0iilHAIMg/s200/P1000137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SFfWdqrvFoI/AAAAAAAAAR4/bJfvSuHNJIY/s1600-h/P1000133.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SFfWeLqoX-I/AAAAAAAAASA/RnXbyDUQUx4/s1600-h/P1000134.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SFfWfJlPqKI/AAAAAAAAASI/BWdfVANQKD4/s1600-h/P1000135.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SFfWgP-t5zI/AAAAAAAAASQ/_4j6PTFhk_w/s1600-h/P1000136.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SFfWhFpjIDI/AAAAAAAAASY/mFjMRXAWZsY/s1600-h/P1000137.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This fathers day I made Kent a little book with pictures of the kids doing all the things he can be seen doing. Gracie had fun dressing up in daddy's clothes, but Grant hated it and was crying almost the whole time. It's a miracle I got a few pictures with him smiling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/780182570510548075-987847910200140050?l=debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/987847910200140050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=780182570510548075&amp;postID=987847910200140050' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/780182570510548075/posts/default/987847910200140050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/780182570510548075/posts/default/987847910200140050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com/2008/06/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01492491603476836106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SFfYd2vGp1I/AAAAAAAAASg/PQ9Wx1wqf9g/s72-c/P1000133(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-780182570510548075.post-6100420946317657298</id><published>2008-06-12T13:14:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T13:51:28.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight is Great!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SFGKpVDv5nI/AAAAAAAAARs/9LzZHg3ZdmY/s1600-h/Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211098686476510834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SFGKpVDv5nI/AAAAAAAAARs/9LzZHg3ZdmY/s200/Picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SFGKgkW3T3I/AAAAAAAAARk/S1t137jSmHs/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211098535964397426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SFGKgkW3T3I/AAAAAAAAARk/S1t137jSmHs/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Kent and I recently had our eighth anniversary, but we almost missed it. Our anniversary is on the 7th and on the 3rd it hit me! "In four days it's our anniversary!" I thought about not telling Kent and going out and getting him something great so he would feel really bad, but I decided that was mean since I really only remembered 4 days prior myself. We ended up staying in and watching some rented DVDs. I guess when you forget and then don't celebrate your anniversary you've either been married too long or getting old, or both! We're planning a post anniversary night out some time soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;p.s. the 2nd song on my music list is the song we had our first dance to   :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/780182570510548075-6100420946317657298?l=debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6100420946317657298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=780182570510548075&amp;postID=6100420946317657298' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/780182570510548075/posts/default/6100420946317657298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/780182570510548075/posts/default/6100420946317657298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com/2008/06/eight-is-great.html' title='Eight is Great!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01492491603476836106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SFGKpVDv5nI/AAAAAAAAARs/9LzZHg3ZdmY/s72-c/Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-780182570510548075.post-7343232386119553953</id><published>2008-06-09T15:09:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T17:37:04.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing Diva!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SE2zYy5ZN-I/AAAAAAAAAKw/3AL8IhHiiKc/s1600-h/P1000077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210017582498265058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SE2zYy5ZN-I/AAAAAAAAAKw/3AL8IhHiiKc/s200/P1000077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SE2r8IxU0II/AAAAAAAAAKY/UVk5nVeb6No/s1600-h/P1000070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210009393572401282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SE2r8IxU0II/AAAAAAAAAKY/UVk5nVeb6No/s200/P1000070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SE2r8swt2LI/AAAAAAAAAKg/bwWa-ii16pU/s1600-h/P1000077.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SE2r8_jLTfI/AAAAAAAAAKo/6pztXvebm5I/s1600-h/P1000069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210009408277007858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SE2r8_jLTfI/AAAAAAAAAKo/6pztXvebm5I/s200/P1000069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;For almost the last year Gracie has been taking dance lessons at SAS dance. The class she was in was called Dancing Divas. She has gone back and forth about whether she enjoyed it or not. She stuck it out and last Friday she had her recital. Both her and Kent and I had a lot of fun. Maybe it's because I'm her mom, but I thought she did a really good job. It has been neat to see her work at something and improve over a long time period. Hopefully she will want to keep sticking with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/780182570510548075-7343232386119553953?l=debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7343232386119553953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=780182570510548075&amp;postID=7343232386119553953' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/780182570510548075/posts/default/7343232386119553953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/780182570510548075/posts/default/7343232386119553953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com/2008/06/dancing-diva.html' title='Dancing Diva!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01492491603476836106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SE2zYy5ZN-I/AAAAAAAAAKw/3AL8IhHiiKc/s72-c/P1000077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-780182570510548075.post-772255311051243777</id><published>2008-05-13T10:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T10:40:44.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Milie the fish!</title><content type='html'>Introducing&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SCnQtKhBvbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Xrn6_3fkfNQ/s1600-h/122_2213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199916719111519666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SCnQtKhBvbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Xrn6_3fkfNQ/s200/122_2213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the newest member of the Bergeson family,the fish Milie. The other morning while Gracie was getting dressed for school she came out of her bathroom and asked,"Mommy, do beetles sleep for a long time?" Let me explain, Gracie found this little black beetle and decided to make it her pet. She put it in one of her empty lip gloss containers and let it crawl all over her for a few days.  Not knowing how attached she had become to this bug I said, "Gracie it's probably dead."  Wrong answer!  She began to cry and cry.  Now, feeling like the biggest jerk, I said, "Well, would you like a fish?" So, that is how we ended up with Milie. Everyday after school now Gracie rushes up to her room to watch Milie. I am surprised how entertaining a fish can be to a little girl who has been pet deprived her whole life. Hopefully this will keep her off my back for a kitty or puppy for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/780182570510548075-772255311051243777?l=debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/772255311051243777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=780182570510548075&amp;postID=772255311051243777' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/780182570510548075/posts/default/772255311051243777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/780182570510548075/posts/default/772255311051243777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com/2008/05/milie-fish.html' title='Milie the fish!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01492491603476836106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/SCnQtKhBvbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Xrn6_3fkfNQ/s72-c/122_2213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-780182570510548075.post-497119816251239747</id><published>2008-02-29T18:43:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T18:55:09.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the difference....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/R8i2_70qi_I/AAAAAAAAAJI/Fz17emnfnZQ/s1600-h/brushing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172585381541612530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/R8i2_70qi_I/AAAAAAAAAJI/Fz17emnfnZQ/s200/brushing.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/R8i3Ar0qjAI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/D-39a31pUkg/s1600-h/happy+now.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172585394426514434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/R8i3Ar0qjAI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/D-39a31pUkg/s200/happy+now.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/R8i3BL0qjBI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ELwsC4NHqmI/s1600-h/running+away.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172585403016449042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/R8i3BL0qjBI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ELwsC4NHqmI/s200/running+away.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;between boys and girls is becoming more and more apparent the older Grant gets. Today I took him to the zoo with a few friends and he was &lt;em&gt;crazy&lt;/em&gt;! He screamed at the top of his lungs, kept climbing out of his stroller and running like a wild man! It was still fun but he sure is exhausting. I am glad to have a boy, and am trying to enjoy each moment. Some moments are easier to enjoy than others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/780182570510548075-497119816251239747?l=debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/497119816251239747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=780182570510548075&amp;postID=497119816251239747' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/780182570510548075/posts/default/497119816251239747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/780182570510548075/posts/default/497119816251239747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com/2008/02/difference.html' title='the difference....'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01492491603476836106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/R8i2_70qi_I/AAAAAAAAAJI/Fz17emnfnZQ/s72-c/brushing.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-780182570510548075.post-1108064006955246416</id><published>2008-02-19T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T18:13:30.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grant Turns Two!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/R8XPnm-YQbI/AAAAAAAAAHI/iinpwW1a8sQ/s1600-h/100_0187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171768026488914354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/R8XPnm-YQbI/AAAAAAAAAHI/iinpwW1a8sQ/s200/100_0187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/R8XPoG-YQcI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/iBqfAKrXbcM/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171768035078848962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/R8XPoG-YQcI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/iBqfAKrXbcM/s200/cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/R8OZz2-YQWI/AAAAAAAAAGM/baAWBZO9T0A/s1600-h/100_0187.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/R8OZz2-YQXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/p5lgA-7Qdwk/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grant turned 2 last week! He is so cute! I made him a birthday cake with a cat on it. He loves cats. The weirdest thing. Anyway, these are the Elmo years. He mostly got Elmo toys this year. He loves "E-M-O".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/780182570510548075-1108064006955246416?l=debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1108064006955246416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=780182570510548075&amp;postID=1108064006955246416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/780182570510548075/posts/default/1108064006955246416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/780182570510548075/posts/default/1108064006955246416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com/2008/02/grant-turns-two.html' title='Grant Turns Two!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01492491603476836106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/R8XPnm-YQbI/AAAAAAAAAHI/iinpwW1a8sQ/s72-c/100_0187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-780182570510548075.post-1002105876908093862</id><published>2008-02-14T21:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T18:33:04.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Holiday Besides Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/R8YOtG-YQjI/AAAAAAAAAIU/1_LbCwhlLos/s1600-h/100_0221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171837390210744882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/R8YOtG-YQjI/AAAAAAAAAIU/1_LbCwhlLos/s200/100_0221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/R8YOb2-YQiI/AAAAAAAAAIM/jwvroW8TLsQ/s1600-h/100_0227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171837093858001442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/R8YOb2-YQiI/AAAAAAAAAIM/jwvroW8TLsQ/s200/100_0227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/R8YOMW-YQhI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ViiupwzdVZY/s1600-h/val+book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171836827570029074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/R8YOMW-YQhI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ViiupwzdVZY/s200/val+book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/R8OXgG-YQTI/AAAAAAAAAF0/BEnlEfhMqfg/s1600-h/100_0227.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/R8OXgm-YQUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/dMW-JpPEFAU/s1600-h/100_0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/R8OXhG-YQVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/HsEQ2zFsMvg/s1600-h/100_0170.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Valentines Day was a lot of fun in our house. Daddy brought home balloons for both the kids which they loved and he wrote me one of his famous poems. He writes the funniest poems for me from time to time. This year I made Kent a book with some special memories and pictures in it. For instance there was a picture of where we were standing the first time we kissed and a picture of the first apartment we lived in. I also wrote a poem. My poem went along with each one of the pictures in the book. It was fun! I love Valentines Day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/780182570510548075-1002105876908093862?l=debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1002105876908093862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=780182570510548075&amp;postID=1002105876908093862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/780182570510548075/posts/default/1002105876908093862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/780182570510548075/posts/default/1002105876908093862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-favorite-holiday-besides-christmas.html' title='My Favorite Holiday Besides Christmas'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01492491603476836106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/R8YOtG-YQjI/AAAAAAAAAIU/1_LbCwhlLos/s72-c/100_0221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-780182570510548075.post-9070924095237092382</id><published>2007-10-21T15:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T15:42:56.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lost Tooth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/RxvUBxureVI/AAAAAAAAAFI/KYhlPli99GE/s1600-h/113_1306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/RxvUBxureVI/AAAAAAAAAFI/KYhlPli99GE/s200/113_1306.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123922128058153298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/RxvT1xureUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/59Iw8pvWZ3o/s1600-h/tooth+fairy+note.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/RxvT1xureUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/59Iw8pvWZ3o/s200/tooth+fairy+note.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123921921899723074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week when Gracie came through he door after school she proceeded to tell me, "Mommy, I have a loose tooth." Then she showed me that she could wiggle it back and forth. I said, "Oh my gosh, did you get hurt or something, or is it just loose?" She said she didn't get hurt and that it was just loose. Her first loose tooth! We were all so excited! The next day we received some exciting mail, a letter from the tooth fairy telling Gracie how excited she was for her and what would happen if she placed the tooth under her pillow after it fell out. She was so excited! She carried that letter around and even slept with it. Then about two days later while eating a rice crispy treat somehow it came out without her even knowing it and she swallowed it. So, I had to let her know that sometimes that happens but the tooth fairy still comes. All you have to do is make another tooth out of paper and leave that one under you pillow instead. So, she made her fake tooth and we placed it right under her pillow. The next morning I went in to check on her before she woke up and saw a dollar laying there next to her in bed. She must have found it in the night and gone back to sleep. After she woke up she showe dme the dollar and asked me if we could go buy something and I had to remind her that it was Sunday. So, since it was Sunday she had to take the dollar to church and this Sunday happen to be the primary program. So there she sat up in front of the whole ward flashing her dollar in front of all her friends faces during sacrament meeting. I was so glad when I saw her teaching tell her to put it away. Anyway, it has been a lot of fun having our fist experience with a lost tooth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/780182570510548075-9070924095237092382?l=debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/9070924095237092382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=780182570510548075&amp;postID=9070924095237092382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/780182570510548075/posts/default/9070924095237092382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/780182570510548075/posts/default/9070924095237092382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com/2007/10/lost-tooth.html' title='The Lost Tooth'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01492491603476836106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/RxvUBxureVI/AAAAAAAAAFI/KYhlPli99GE/s72-c/113_1306.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-780182570510548075.post-1618862323202960271</id><published>2007-10-12T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T11:30:03.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TV ADDICT AT AGE 1!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/Rw-9IhureTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/haeHqAiveNE/s1600-h/112_1226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/Rw-9IhureTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/haeHqAiveNE/s200/112_1226.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120519255534303538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/Rw-9CRureSI/AAAAAAAAAEw/F-_DpQU89qM/s1600-h/112_1225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/Rw-9CRureSI/AAAAAAAAAEw/F-_DpQU89qM/s200/112_1225.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120519148160121122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grant cracks me up! Usually in the morning after we first go downstairs I turn on a kids channel for Grant and go in the kitchen to make breakfast. Well, yesterday I woke up before him and had been watching the Todays show. When I brought him down after he woke up I forgot to change the channel. I went in the kitchen, made breakfast and returned to find the TV on the Disney channel! He figured out how to turn the channel and stopped when he saw cartoons! &lt;br /&gt;Then today I came down stairs to find that the DVD player had been tampered with. In trying to put a DVD in for himself he somehow got it lost inside the player. I could hear it shaking around inside. I decided to only way to fix the problem was to unscrew the sides and open it up to get the DVD out. Well imagine my surprise when I got it opened and looked inside to find not only the one DVD from today but two others! Three DVD's stuck inside. He must have been working on this for weeks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/780182570510548075-1618862323202960271?l=debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1618862323202960271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=780182570510548075&amp;postID=1618862323202960271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/780182570510548075/posts/default/1618862323202960271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/780182570510548075/posts/default/1618862323202960271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com/2007/10/tv-addict-at-age-1.html' title='TV ADDICT AT AGE 1!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01492491603476836106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/Rw-9IhureTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/haeHqAiveNE/s72-c/112_1226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-780182570510548075.post-1914733095702178712</id><published>2007-10-12T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T11:16:04.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/Rw-5vBureRI/AAAAAAAAAEo/pl0-nbVjO6A/s1600-h/112_1254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/Rw-5vBureRI/AAAAAAAAAEo/pl0-nbVjO6A/s200/112_1254.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120515518912755986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/Rw-5oxureQI/AAAAAAAAAEg/FG9uy6hV8MQ/s1600-h/112_1246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/Rw-5oxureQI/AAAAAAAAAEg/FG9uy6hV8MQ/s200/112_1246.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120515411538573570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracie is on Fall break this week so I thought it would be fun to take the kids to the zoo and it was fun.  We were only there for three hours but we sure were worn out when we were done.  Right before we left we all got an ICEE and ate it during the car ride home.  Grants favorite part was the petting zoo and the goats. Gracie also liked that but she also enjoyed seeing the flamingos.  I think next time I'll take along some help A.K.A. grandma or daddy.  There were a few time were things got a bit scary. For instance when Grant tried to run away from me and I had to leave Gracie at a owl presentation to chase after him, or when Grant pooped while we were in line for the ICEEs and everyone in line knew it.  But overall it was really fun and I cant wait to take them back again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/780182570510548075-1914733095702178712?l=debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1914733095702178712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=780182570510548075&amp;postID=1914733095702178712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/780182570510548075/posts/default/1914733095702178712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/780182570510548075/posts/default/1914733095702178712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com/2007/10/zoo-trip.html' title='Zoo Trip'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01492491603476836106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/Rw-5vBureRI/AAAAAAAAAEo/pl0-nbVjO6A/s72-c/112_1254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-780182570510548075.post-7651671650950958510</id><published>2007-10-01T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T09:39:23.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/RwEiVxureNI/AAAAAAAAAD8/9eWHfUBTubQ/s1600-h/Bergeson+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116408409191315666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/RwEiVxureNI/AAAAAAAAAD8/9eWHfUBTubQ/s200/Bergeson+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/RwEhmhureMI/AAAAAAAAAD0/RNN0mXxsN2g/s1600-h/Bergeson+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116407597442496706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/RwEhmhureMI/AAAAAAAAAD0/RNN0mXxsN2g/s200/Bergeson+097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/RwEhBRureLI/AAAAAAAAADs/15hfnQm-iPg/s1600-h/Bergeson+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116406957492369586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/RwEhBRureLI/AAAAAAAAADs/15hfnQm-iPg/s200/Bergeson+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/RwEgVxureKI/AAAAAAAAADk/_yKgOAk7zas/s1600-h/Bergeson+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116406210168060066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/RwEgVxureKI/AAAAAAAAADk/_yKgOAk7zas/s200/Bergeson+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;We recently had our family pictures taken by my friend Haleigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;She does such a great job! I especially loved this one of Gracie. She&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;is turning into such a young lady. We havent had our family picture &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;done since Gracie was about 5 months old. So it was time. I decided &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;we need to do this every six months or so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/780182570510548075-7651671650950958510?l=debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7651671650950958510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=780182570510548075&amp;postID=7651671650950958510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/780182570510548075/posts/default/7651671650950958510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/780182570510548075/posts/default/7651671650950958510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com/2007/10/family-photos.html' title='Family Photos'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01492491603476836106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/RwEiVxureNI/AAAAAAAAAD8/9eWHfUBTubQ/s72-c/Bergeson+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-780182570510548075.post-7485588160159465796</id><published>2007-08-29T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T15:28:45.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/RtXyNrPznMI/AAAAAAAAACs/zeTt81p1ofM/s1600-h/jolly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104252069455568066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/RtXyNrPznMI/AAAAAAAAACs/zeTt81p1ofM/s200/jolly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/RtXyN7PznNI/AAAAAAAAAC0/f603agKSd6g/s1600-h/funny+face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104252073750535378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/RtXyN7PznNI/AAAAAAAAAC0/f603agKSd6g/s200/funny+face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/RtXyObPznOI/AAAAAAAAAC8/vv0eNWXZbFQ/s1600-h/first+snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104252082340469986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/RtXyObPznOI/AAAAAAAAAC8/vv0eNWXZbFQ/s200/first+snow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/RtXyO7PznPI/AAAAAAAAADE/fKiLzIVM81U/s1600-h/beach+bum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104252090930404594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/RtXyO7PznPI/AAAAAAAAADE/fKiLzIVM81U/s200/beach+bum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/RtXyPrPznQI/AAAAAAAAADM/HvEPe4i76VE/s1600-h/Spring+Time+Fun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104252103815306498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/RtXyPrPznQI/AAAAAAAAADM/HvEPe4i76VE/s200/Spring+Time+Fun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I thought it would be fun to compile my Top 5 Scrapbook Pages of all time. I love scrapbooking!So here they are, in no particular order  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/780182570510548075-7485588160159465796?l=debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7485588160159465796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=780182570510548075&amp;postID=7485588160159465796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/780182570510548075/posts/default/7485588160159465796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/780182570510548075/posts/default/7485588160159465796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-thought-it-would-be-fun-to-compile-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01492491603476836106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/RtXyNrPznMI/AAAAAAAAACs/zeTt81p1ofM/s72-c/jolly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-780182570510548075.post-2958780037823210288</id><published>2007-08-29T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T14:59:21.696-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys will be boys'/><title type='text'>boys will be boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/RtWqHLPznAI/AAAAAAAAABM/sTuQbZO3884/s1600-h/true+colors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104172792949218306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/RtWqHLPznAI/AAAAAAAAABM/sTuQbZO3884/s320/true+colors.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here is my latest scrapbook page. Grant cracks me up! He is all boy and can be crazy at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I remember when I was pregnant with him I was so scared to have a crazy boy and was sure if I just taught him right he would be a polite, calm, quiet boy. Not the kind of boy who gets into everything, is desrructive, loud, you get the picture, a normal boy. Well, despite my best efforts I have come to realize in the past 18 months that no amount of teachings can stop a boy form being a boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/780182570510548075-2958780037823210288?l=debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2958780037823210288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=780182570510548075&amp;postID=2958780037823210288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/780182570510548075/posts/default/2958780037823210288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/780182570510548075/posts/default/2958780037823210288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com/2007/08/true-colors.html' title='boys will be boys'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01492491603476836106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/RtWqHLPznAI/AAAAAAAAABM/sTuQbZO3884/s72-c/true+colors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-780182570510548075.post-5863992476715152652</id><published>2007-08-27T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T10:11:43.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/RtNQOLPzm4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/R4bI7fPSZNU/s1600-h/111_1103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103511007208381314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/RtNQOLPzm4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/R4bI7fPSZNU/s320/111_1103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;In the first few years of life there are so many first. First smile, first time rolling over, first steps, first time eating solids, and on and on. Those first seems to slow down some, and then they reach that wonderful age of five. My sweet little Gracie recently turned 5 and had her&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;day of school. She looked so cute, and so excited. I remembered my first day of school and how shy and nervous I was. I wanted to stay with Gracie all day, but not wanting to look like a lunatic I knew I couldn’t do that. All that day I thought about what she might be doing. I wondered if she was scared or sad or if she was enjoying school on this her first day. Luckily my daughter hasn’t inherited my shy, reserved, self conscious personality. She couldn’t be enjoying school more. She loves her teacher, friends, lunch, and I think &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt; about kindergarten. I have to admit it makes me feel a little sad inside, like she's moved on. I know that’s a selfish feeling but, “Hey! At least I’m honest!” I’m sure I am not the only mother to ever feel that way. Despite those small moments of sadness over another first I am so proud of Gracie and excited for this new adventure in her little life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/780182570510548075-5863992476715152652?l=debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5863992476715152652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=780182570510548075&amp;postID=5863992476715152652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/780182570510548075/posts/default/5863992476715152652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/780182570510548075/posts/default/5863992476715152652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debi-debrasdiary.blogspot.com/2007/08/first.html' title='First...'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01492491603476836106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLYnszPyFdE/RtNQOLPzm4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/R4bI7fPSZNU/s72-c/111_1103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
